As of today, I am officially no longer a beef cattle producer. My heart is crying. Really, it is. When each of us kids turned 13 (I was 14), my dad gave us a first-calf heifer. It was partly an investment lesson - mostly an invaluable lesson in how volatile the cattle business is - and partly payment for the hours we put in. I say "partly", because - although I never tallied it up - I'm sure my payment equaled fractions of a penny per hour.
For the past 11 springs, I've cashed a calf check. Some of those years I cashed more than one, because I reinvested my income in expanding my single-digit herd. (Ya gotta start somewhere, right?) Over the past decade, my reinvested dollars died off, had twins, came up lame...all the usual suspects, but I've always had at least one cow to my name. Today, I got a check in the mail - my cow check - and my one-head-herd is now down to zero.
It was time. She was old, and I hadn't put in time on the ranch in years. But I still felt a twinge of sadness, because - well - she was mine. She helped put me through college, make car payments, fall in love with the cattle business. She also made me mad when she'd do something dumb but in equal parts made me especially proud because I owned such a dang good red cow (of course she was red...of course!).
So it's officially official - I am no longer in the cow business, not as a producer. There are other ways to be involved, of course - I'll still be a part-time ranch hand for my friends. I'll continue to write here, and I've got some ideas brewing in the wings. But all of that doesn't strike a chord in me the way owning cattle does so someday, somehow, some way, I'll start building a herd again. One red cow by one red bull!
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